15 Stories about Growing Up

Stories about Growing Up 1

When I was a child, I thought that the world was under my control, and that success was within my reach without having to fight for it. As a child, I was in the third grade, and I still didn't know what was going on in the world, and my grades were still unsatisfactory. One day, my mother taught me a song of Yan Zhenqing's "Persuasion", and I realized that only through hard work can I control the pace of my life and achieve success.

In the first grade, through my efforts, my grades were finally no longer worse than others. I was so happy and proud. This is the result of my hard work! But I will not be complacent, because I remember a saying "The vain man uses his diploma to spur himself on, and the vain man uses his diploma to show off". But I still didn't understand what the goal of life was, I just knew that studying hard and doing my best was enough. Until one day, my mom said to me in a serious manner, "Son, life needs a guiding light, and this guiding light is the goal of life, otherwise it is easy to lose your way!" Through my mother's words, I realized the importance of life goals.

When I was in elementary school, I was a good student. The so-called three good, is in the moral, intellectual and physical three aspects are excellent. And at that time, we always wrongly think that the three good students are just good at learning, and nothing else matters. Whether the quality of a country is noble or not is shown in the quality of its population. In a political science class, the teacher said to us, "Low population quality is one of the characteristics of our population." The low quality of our population makes our crime rate significantly higher than that of other countries. I think it is urgent to improve the quality of our population. First of all, I want to start from myself, try to improve the quality of self, when entering society as a good citizen.

Similarly, physical health is also very important. I used to wrongly believe that as long as the study is good enough, so I'm not in good health now. Now I understand that "the body is the capital of the revolution", without a healthy body, nothing can be done. So now I insist on exercising every day, to get a healthy body and work hard.

A person once said to me: "In society, the way to treat people is very important." As the saying goes, more friends, better road, in society, friends can be with us in the storm **** burden, so that we have a fellowship of people.

It is these valuable experiences that have made me mature and become the weight of my success.

Stories about Growing Up 2

Everyone leaves a story of growing up on the road of life, and that story has stayed with me. It told me an immortal truth.

I remember when I was in first grade, my mom enrolled me in a calligraphy class. At first, it was just for the sake of practicing some good-looking words; later, the teacher said I had a talent for writing calligraphy and asked me to take the calligraphy examination. The teacher chose a song called "Qingming" and told me to write it for the exam, and asked me to keep practicing at home. But after practicing for a few days, my interest started to fade. So, I started to use all kinds of reasons to avoid practicing calligraphy.

The first day, but not the fifteenth. Careful mom still found my intention, and educated me seriously: "I understand that practicing calligraphy every day is indeed very boring. Your hands will be sore, and it's not easy to stand on your feet all the time. But think about it, if you succeed in the exam, your friends will cheer for you; your teacher will be proud of you; your mom will be proud of you; and you yourself will have a sense of accomplishment. In that case, why not do it?" I seem to understand nodded, took out the calligraphy utensils, a big brush, and practiced hard ......

A snow-white rice paper appeared on a Chinese character, a bottle of ink revealed the bottom of the bottle. But I'm not afraid of suffering, a stroke by stroke carefully copy. Finally, I was able to achieve my goal, and I was able to get out of the calligraphy grade 5.

At this time, for those words of my mother, I have a deeper understanding - perseverance, in order to succeed.

In my memory, there are many, many stories of growing up, some happy, some sad, some angry, and some regretful, and one of the things that impressed me the most happened in the year when I was 9 years old.

That day was my ninth birthday, and I was very excited and happy. However, an unpleasant thing happened to me, because it was my birthday, so my father agreed that I went to find my good friend Tao Tao to play together, I played with Tao Tao very happy, I proposed that we come together to play the golden rod, Tao hastened to agree, we each took out the golden rod from the house to play with it, just as we were playing very happy, a younger brother than us came over to look at us to play, we want to To him to show our skills in front of him to play up, he pretended to be very afraid to run back, but because the road is too slippery, he suddenly fell, Tao Tao and I saw the situation and rushed back home, but his father or find the door to my father told the case, my heart is like a bottle of five flavors as if, there is a kind of indescribable taste, until now I do not know whether that day is my or Tao Tao's fault?

Whenever I think of this incident, I feel that I should apologize to the little brother, if it is not me and Tao Tao play the golden rod will not let you fall, take this opportunity to sincerely say sorry to the little brother!

The story of growing up4

Interesting and fun things happen when people grow up, and my story of growing up has a lot of fun things.

When I was in fifth grade, my mom told me to learn how to ride a bike, and I asked my mom to buy me a bike. Mom said, "What bike to buy, back home is to buy again." I nodded helplessly.

Started to learn the bike, at first, because the center of gravity is not stable must be mom in the back to help me, and I rode the bike and palm this head, learn about half an hour. Mom let me ride by myself. I rode a ride and fell on the dog gnawing mud, annoyed me. I said: "do not practice" mom said at this time: "must insist, do anything to insist." Hearing my mother's words, I picked up the bike again and continued to practice while my mother watched. "Eyes must look ahead." Mom kept saying this. Because I was a little nervous about practicing for the first time again, I ended up falling again. I just kicked the bike aside and ignored it for two or three days, but then I remembered my mom's words. So I called my mom and continued practicing, "Eyes front." Mom shouted. Suddenly a tree came in front of me and I veered to the left, surprisingly I realized I didn't fall this time. "I can finally ride a bike." I shouted

Through this incident, I can ride a bike, and know: as long as you are strong, you will not be afraid of any difficulties.

Stories about growing up5

My father had four brothers, and he was the fourth. My grandparents especially wanted to have a daughter at that time, so when my dad was born, my grandmother took a look and cried sadly when she saw that it was a son again. Coincidentally, there was a family in the next village who had four daughters and wanted a son. The grandparents wanted to exchange the father for a daughter, but they were stopped by my grandma's comment, "The golden nest is not as good as our own dog's nest, and the dragon and phoenix cubs are not as good as our own rabbit cubs".

My grandma went to private school and knew the importance of reading. I know that there is gold in books, and I have been studying hard at night." This poem was recited to Dad by his grandmother when he was a child. It turned out that when Dad was young, there was no electric light at home, and he used kerosene lamps at night. Moreover, it was very cold in the winter in the north, so when he was reading, he had to put a charcoal pot next to him to keep warm. I'm not sure how much I've learned from the past, but I'm not sure how much I've learned from the past, and I'm not sure how much I've learned from the past.

Dad at the age of five years old to carry a backpack to school, do not look at Dad's age, he read very hard. Later, Dad got into the military school with excellent results, not only do not have to pay tuition, but also issued clothes, tube food it! On the day he received the acceptance letter, the whole village came to congratulate him. Grandma and Grandpa said with a red face, "Luckily I didn't take it for a girl in the first place!"

When I was in the first grade, my mother took me to learn the piano, and although I was still young, I could not play, but the teacher encouraged me again and again.

A chance opportunity, mom took me to participate in the piano competition, although I only won the sixth prize, but I have never been discouraged. When I returned to the piano practice center, my teacher's careful, calm, and kind attitude brought my piano skills to another level, and my teacher was very happy, and I was very happy too.

Another chance, our piano practice hall of the senior decided to go to Mengzi to hold a piano competition, I remember that year in the vacation, my father and uncle drove the car with me, my brother, sister, brother, sister, mother, and so on a large number of people came to Mengzi, I went into the piano competition hall, the heart thumping, in the brother, sister, father, mother, and the teacher and so on under the encouragement of the people, I was brave! I walked up to the stage and played a Milan. The pleasant sound of the song echoed throughout the piano competition hall. After I finished playing, I got up and saluted, and naturally walked off the piano stage. Finally, when it came to the award ceremony, I actually won a second place, which was really unexpected! I was very happy.

That's how I became particularly interested in the piano.

Everyone has experienced the process of growing up and what it's like to grow up. In the course of growing up, there are many memorable . Things. Today, I will share with you my experience of riding a bicycle.

I remember that a windy afternoon, I was bored at home, suddenly, I came up with an idea in my mind, said to myself: why not ride a bike. So, I pestered my mother to buy me a bike, my mother finally agreed, want to trick like to me to launch a brand new bike. Mom had already prepared it! I excitedly pushed the bike with my mom to the town square. There were a lot of people riding bicycles in the square with ease. I thought: riding a bicycle is so simple! Isn't it just putting your hands on the handlebars, putting your feet on the pedals, and pedaling round and round? However, the actual operation of the discovery is not as simple as I imagined, I just sat on the bike, I was about to use my feet on the pedals, but I made a great effort, but how to step on it, only to hear the sound of fluttering, the bike is like a naughty little child shaking left and right, causing me to fall on all fours, I hurriedly climbed up, angrily ran home and sat on the sofa, my mother also rushed to follow me, saw me! Sitting sullenly on the sofa, she hurriedly said to me, "You have to be persistent in what you do, you can't give up halfway, don't you learn how to ride a bicycle the same way? When I heard my mom's words, my face turned red and I said to my mom: let's practice bicycling now. Mom said: OK! I followed my mother again to the town square, just to the town square, my mother told me the essentials of riding a bicycle, I listened with great interest, and could not wait to ride a bicycle, I just got on the bike, according to my mother told me the essentials of riding a bicycle, when you want to look ahead, not left and right feet should be a circle of a circle of back and forth on the pedals to get a good balance, it is true, the bike is like a small child, listen to my command. The bicycle is like a small child, listening to my command. Now, I can ride as easily as others, if I meet some people who do not know how to ride a bicycle, I will also show off in front of others, listening to their praise, I feel happy.

When I got home, I opened the window and realized that the sky was extraordinarily blue and the sun was extraordinarily bright, and I learned one thing from learning how to ride a bike: you have to be persistent in everything you do, and you can't give up halfway through the day.

Stories about growing up8

"Yang Jingyi, the weather has become cooler, quickly come to change a pair of cloth shoes, you have only worn a month this spring, or new!" I ran over with gusto, picked up the shoes and went back to my room to try them on.

" Ouch, ouch ...... what broken shoes I do not wear." My voice reached 50 decibels. My screams to be watching TV mom startled, rushed over and asked: "Baby, what's wrong?" I huffed, "What kind of shoes are these, why are they so small!" Mom stared wide-eyed: "No way, are 35 yards, you are not wearing good ah?" I was so anxious that I was about to cry, "Don't believe me, touch it." Mom squatted down and touched it, it was a little tight. So she put the other shoe on her own foot and moved her foot around, "I can fit my foot in all of them, and I can still move it around!" I also wanted to move a little, but my feet were like a straitjacket, I could not move. Mom laughed at me and said, "If things go on like this, you'll have to wear size 40 in the future, and girls with such big feet can't get married." Hearing these words, I whimpered and picked up my shoes and shoved my feet in as hard as I could, while my mom cheered me on from the sidelines. It took me a lot of effort, but I finally got my shoes on. I want to move around, but my feet are still a little painful, I forcefully move my feet back, hoping to squeeze out some space for the front, my mom gloated at the side and said, "Who wants your feet to grow so fast, the money I earn can only buy shoes for you, you make do with what you've got, and you'd better force your feet to be smaller!" After saying this, he went away. I patted my feet and said: "Buddy, your bitter days are still long."

Growing up is happy, but occasionally there are some troubles as a spice agent to make our life flavorful.

Stories about growing up9

Time passes day by day and we grow up day by day. Everyone on the road to growth, there will be the joy of success and suffer setbacks of distress, but also encountered a doubtful problem.

When I was in kindergarten, I was not nervous about learning, and my mom enrolled me in a brush drawing class during summer vacation. At first, I felt that drawing was fun and fresh, and I was very willing to go. When I finished the first semester, the teacher assigned me more and more homework. Once I came home from the class, I was a bit tired of it and was too lazy to do my homework. Whenever my parents urged me to do it, I would say I would do it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. And so it was one day and then another. When I went to class again, I handed in an empty book. The teacher looked at it and asked me, "Why don't you do your homework?" I lowered my raw voice and said, "Forgot-it." "You still forget, do not do homework has been several times, the original I have been thinking you are still a child, or not scolded. You call your parents to go ...... "Since this time, I realized my mistake, should not not complete the homework, gradually I found the interest in painting again.

First grade, I do not study seriously, in the class is a medium. After learning hanyu pinyin. We began to learn to write. When I first started to learn, a horizontal always write not flat, a vertical always write not straight. I felt that it was really difficult to write. Mr. Wang came to me and took my hand and taught me how to write the horizontal flat and the vertical straight. Once the teacher taught me, I felt much easier to write.

In the second grade, an image that I will never forget. When I was choosing the class president, I was confident that I could be the class president, but when the teacher announced the list, I lost the election, and Zhang Xiaolong became the class president. Since then, I set the goal of studying hard and learning from Zhang Xiaolong.

In the third grade, the school organized a hulusi interest group. I participated. Experienced a semester of hulusi training class, let me have a preliminary understanding of music, understanding. My academic performance is also improving, really corresponds to, Mr. Wang said the words: pay a little, gain a little, happy.

In the fourth grade, at home, I often help my mother to do some wipe the table and sweep the floor of such chores, my mother often praised me: "Good boy, you finally grew up, know to help parents work." In school, I care about my classmates, love the community, see the paper on the ground, take the initiative to pick up. I feel what my mother always says: labor and happy!

Although in my growth path, I will encounter difficulties and setbacks in the future, but I will not be afraid of difficulties, I will be brave to face everything and continue to move forward.

Story about growing up 10

I was spoiled and loved by my parents since I was a child, but I never thought about the greatness of my parents, and even misunderstood them sometimes, thinking that it was right for them to take care of me. The one thing that changed my mind was the experience of taking the bus.

It was a summer day when my mom enrolled me in an essay class. But the composition class was in the Hui Jing neighborhood, far from our home, so my mother thought of a way - let me take the bus. At first, I was very reluctant, thinking that taking the bus was not comfortable at all and I might as well take a taxi! However, my mom and dad insisted that I take the bus, I just had to agree.

So, after class, I went to the bus stop with great reluctance, waiting for the 17 buses in the hot sun. However, after waiting for ten minutes, even a car shadow did not see, I was anxious, but only fifty cents on the body, far from enough to play. In my anxious moment, the 17 bus that does not slow down the figure appeared, I hastily waved, on the car.

Soon, the bus arrived at the station, just as I got off the moment, I overheard an aunt said: "Look at that child is so powerful, so small can sit on the bus by himself." At that moment, I suddenly understood my parents' good intentions: they wanted to exercise my courage, cultivate my ability, and let me become a little man earlier.

Now, I have learned to be independent, all thanks to my well-intentioned parents!

Stories about Growing Up 11

There are always so many unforgettable things that happen to everyone as they grow up. One of the most memorable things that I remember is the time when I stole a chewing gum.

It was an ordinary weekend when I was in kindergarten. Usually I saw my dad and mom chewing one or two pieces of gum before leaving the house, and I was very curious. What in the world is chewing gum? Today, after a long time waiting for this opportunity, my heart was pounding with nervousness as my dad and mom had to go out for a trip, leaving me at home alone. I immediately found the gum, carefully take out a grain into the mouth, a sweet flavor in the mouth stirred up, I sat on the couch, slowly savoring this "delicious", eat eat, not a small other people's growth story 400 words.

heart, chewing gum was swallowed into my stomach, I was frozen, how to do? I used to listen to a little friend said, his parents never let him eat gum, because if swallowed will die. As soon as I thought of this, I began to wail and cry, leaving a trail of tears down my face, and I don't know how long I cried, but I lay down and fell asleep. It was as if I was dressed in white, with little white wings and a golden halo on my head, and was on my way to meet God. Huh? How come heaven looks so much like my house, and how come God looks so much like my mom? I heard "God" say to me, "You're so sleepy, you little sloth, get up and eat your lunch." It's mom! I'm not dead, I'm still eating, it's great.

Although this incident has been over for many years, but it is still deeply imprinted in my mind. Whenever I recall it, I can not help but laugh, growing up stories are really funny.

On the way to school there is a commercial street, every day after school home will see many students in the street to buy a snack called "Guandong cooking", far away from the smell of it, I can not help it in the end the temptation to finally sneak with their pocket money to buy a copy. Well, the name is true, if I can eat it every day in the future how good it is! So, when I got home, I told my mom about the "delicious Kantochi". I had no hope, but I didn't expect my mom to agree, and to do it in her own home. I'm not sure if I want to eat anything, but I immediately wrote a note to my grandma and mom about what I wanted to buy.

The next day at noon, I came home and saw a table full of delicious, round shrimp dumplings, red crab meat, yellow potatoes, white lotus root slices, and round meatballs ...... I thank you so much, my dear grandma and mom! I can't wait to rush up and eat it all at once. This is, grandma said to me while tying my apron on, "You can't be in a hurry to eat hot pot, take your time, don't burn yourself." Then she put a big piece of fish into my bowl. I just ate a piece of fish, ah! Spicy death! At this time, the grandfather next to me immediately handed me a cup of cold soymilk, said: "If it is spicy, you can drink a mouthful." I was immediately touched by the heart and thoughtfulness of my grandfather and grandmother. Perhaps I was so excited that I spilled all the soymilk on my apron with a loud "pop". I was at a loss for words as I looked at my wet apron. At this time, my father took off his apron to give me a change, and comforted me that it is okay.

When I finished eating a shrimp dumpling, I was looking for "prey" in the pot, and my dad suddenly said, "This is not good, you eat. I looked down, wow! It was my favorite crab meat! I was about to say "Thank you" to my dad. But my quick-witted dad gave me another thing and said, "You can have it, I don't like it anyway." I looked in the bowl again, and ah! Isn't that a fish fillet? Where did you find that? I finally couldn't hold back the joy in my heart and excitedly said to my dad, "Dad, I love you!" I said and gave my dad a flying kiss, and he couldn't stop smiling. In fact, I know that Dad also like to eat these things, but he gave me all of them.

After eating the hot pot, mom asked me, "Is the hot pot delicious?" "Of course it's delicious." I thought my mother was letting me evaluate the taste of the hot pot, but I did not expect my mother to say in a serious tone: "Do not buy snacks outside again, those things are not hygienic at all, you want to eat later, mom with you to do."

I suddenly realized, nodded and decided to change the habit of buying junk food.

Stories about growing up13

On April 26, 2010, the Thames River, the annual London Marathon once again whistled open.

As a highly participatory race, participants in the London Marathon have always been divided into two categories: one is a serious race, which includes a large number of marathon professionals; and the other is to participate in the race for fun, they treat the race as a masquerade, all dressed in fancy dress, and some even wear medieval knights' armor, or dress up as a Rubik's Cube! ......

And among the 36,000 participants was one of the most special characters - Royal **Philly Parker, who saw the competition as the most important battle of his life.

He joined the RAF at 16. But now, while others run the whole course in just about three hours, it takes him 13 days.

Back in November 2007, he was posted to Basra, Iraq, and one day, four months later, while driving a truck fast down a mountain road, he was hit by a rocket. He leapt out of the truck and unfortunately the front and rear wheels of the struck truck ran over his upper body one after the other, striking his heart, breaking his ribs and severely injuring his spine. The diagnosis was grim - his motor nerves were completely damaged. Doctors told him, "Your legs are completely paralyzed and you will never be able to stand and walk on them again."

Parker returned home and has been convalescing at the Department of Defense Rehabilitation Center, where he gritted his teeth and insisted on exercising with the help of the staff. Finally, paraplegic legs, he was able to rely on two crutches miraculously stood up, and successfully took the first step after the injury! Tough Parker with perseverance and action to prove that the doctor "predicted" failure.

This small, difficult step gave Parker a huge boost. After being discharged from the hospital in the summer of 2009, he began to re-imagine his future, looking for a challenge to restore his body and prove his worth. And so he appeared on the course for the 2010 London Marathon.

"Parker entered the marathon a couple of months into the race, and it wasn't on anyone's radar. But it was going to be a huge challenge like no other." Parker's primary care physician, Alan, exclaimed.

There is no doubt that every small step Parker takes requires a high level of concentration in the brain, a command that has to be transmitted through the brain's nervous system to his spine, and then to his lower limbs.42, 195 kilometers is not an easy feat for a normal person, and for him, it is an even longer and more tortuous road.

"In my conception, 42, 195 kilometers is actually quite simple to accomplish. I'm still a soldier now and I want to show determination in the race. " Parker said.

Thirteen days later, when Parker, who had covered some 52,400 steps, crossed the finish line in London's James Park, there was a huge crowd and a warm welcome. British wonderkid Steve, who has won the Olympic rowing competition five times, presented a medal of distinction.

At the finish line, Parker shed tears of excitement. Facing reporters, he said, "I want to prove to the world that even if a person's most important spinal nerves are severely damaged and they can't walk, life goes on because life is all you can do."

I know that his words will be the sails of life for the physically challenged; and I firmly believe that his words will bring bright sunshine to the souls of those who have suffered all kinds of changes in their lives, and who have been subjected to a lot of creativity.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. At this time, the sky, extraordinarily clear, the sun shines warmly on the body, such as her smile, and I was smiling.

We met in the math class, she learns very well, I even if it, but still can not stop us to become good girlfriends.

I asked her to go out to watch a movie, and after that, the two of us wanted to go buy a hamster, but we argued over what species to buy.

"No, buy a third line, it's good to keep!" I said.

"Why not get a Polly, nice color!" She retorted.

"Purple Barn is pretty too, plus it's good to keep." I countered.

We argued outside.

"No, Polly looks good!"

"Purple Barn looks good!"

Five minutes went by and it was like a world war, one battle after another.

"Listen to you, buy Polly!" I make a calm decision after a long argument.

"Okay, then food ......"

Without waiting for her to finish, "Strong push for Belgium!" I said ahead of her.

"Well ......BUNNG not good?" She asked me back.

Unexpectedly, we argued for another five minutes over food. In a huff, I turned my head and left, leaving her alone and dumbfounded.

I didn't walk more than a few steps, and I did a lot of thinking in my head. I can never forget, the last time because I wanted to see a different movie at the same time, capricious and lead to a friend sad. This time, I would never hurt a sincere friendship. So I slowly turn around and stride towards her, "Belgium and BUNNG are both good, why don't we buy them together." I said as I picked at my hands.

"Hmm." She said after a moment's consideration.

For some reason, she took an extra can of Belgian at the checkout - she had limited funds, so why the extra?

"This can is for your hamster." She handed me this can of Biddy's when she finished checking out.

I was moved to take it. "Thanks" came out of my mouth, apparently I can't thank people yet.

Because of this argument, for some reason, we got along a little better.

She was holding the hamster in one hand and two cans of hamster food in the other, and I was holding this expensive can of Belgian in both hands - it felt warm - the sun was shining on me and it was soothingly warm. I seem to have grown through this one, but don't know what it is.

Stories about growing up 15

Happy growing up, long live the journey. ---- caption

Tick tock tick tock tick tock, the hour hand it keeps turning ...... A song "Tick tock" evokes my memories of the past. Time passes minute by minute, the achievement of our more and more mature thinking and more and more clever mind, every fragment of life adds up to the course of our growth.

Open the door of memory and turn over the story of my growth.

Thirteen years ago, with a cry, a child was born, and my grandma rushed over and asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?" When she heard the nurse say it was a girl, she was overjoyed. Because my grandma has four children, my mom is the youngest one, my great aunt, second aunt and great uncle's children are all boys, I'm a girl, so my grandma, grandpa and my three brothers treat me as a jewel in the palm of their hand, and for this reason, when I was little, I always wanted to stay at my grandma's and grandpa's house. My grandma always gave me a small pile of melon seeds to eat, and after eating them, she would take me downstairs for a walk. When grandma and grandpa go out, I also always hold grandpa's legs laughed, grandpa saw my little heart, so every time I came back to bring me back all kinds of delicious food, in grandma and grandpa eat dinner, I will also bring them water to drink, grandma smiled and said, "is better than a puppy." In my spare time, I would also give my grandma a whack on the back, pinch the shoulders ......

Six years have passed in a flash, in these six years, I happily spend every day, but on June 15th and June 16th, 20xx, so that I was not expected to happen, I lost my life in just two days the most I lost the two oldest people in my life - grandma and grandpa - in just two days. When my grandma passed away, I vaguely remember my grandma holding my hand and calling me Kiki. I jumped over and hugged my grandma, forbidding anyone to touch her, and finally my dad dragged me away when I was crying in the dark. At that time, I only knew that I was crying all the time, without too much and too deep feelings, and later on, every time when there was a festival, my mom would be in tears, and my mom often says to me even now, "The trees want to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the children want to raise their parents but their parents are not there." Therefore, I cherish every minute and every second of my time with my mom now.

Mom's expectation is that I study hard, and I will certainly not let down my mother's expectations, study hard and strive to be strong. Mom accompanied me through the thirteen years of time, really feel so happy, so happy.

The story of growth is unfinished, perhaps tomorrow I will encounter difficulties and obstacles, perhaps tomorrow I will encounter the joy of growing up, but I will cherish every companion I have walked through every lens, the story of growth is so continued until forever ......